Daily Yellowstone journal., 1887-03-20
THE MEDALLION.

square. The building was one Of the
hairs of Bohemia. Ny windows, which
reached almost to the floor. opened into
q sort of balcony. This balcony stretched
along the entire rear of the house.
Originally it had been separated into as
many parts as there We're rooms. but
gradually these partitions had been torn
away, and the balcony became a general
thoroughfare by which We went to each
others rooms. always through the
windows, Us there were no doors opening
upon it.
One cool autumn night there was a rap
at my window.
Ny visitor was a newcomer, who was
called Mr.. Harry by everybody. He was
. handsome fellow, tall and slim, with
finely cut features and small hands. His
dark complexion, his deep brown eyes,
his blue black curly hair, proclaimed him
of southern blood. He had a small ex-
quisitely shaped black mustache, which
heightened the delicate and refined APP
pearance Of his face.
His teeth were dazzlingly white, and
showed as he talked or laughed.
He was rather reserved, ! think, but
the coincidence of our needs that night
aroused an accidental sympathy between
us which afterward grew into a steadfast
friendship.
He told me that he was working in the
studio Of a sculptor.
''I've only q dilettanti sort Of a talent,
though" he added, shut then l can
earn my living at it. And. besides, l
rather like Y model Venuses, Phrynes
and Dianas."
He told me that his immediate family
were all dead: that he had been brought
up in luxury, knew all the old aristo-
cratic people of the city, and that, as the
family estate melted away after his
fathers death, he had to cultivate his
one small talent to get bread. He told
this in the l~iveliest manner and did not
seem at all affected by the recital Of the
downfall of the family fortunes. This
struck me as rather strange. l puzzled
over it from time TO time, as our conve
0tion lapsed. At last it flashed upon
me.
..You are in love." / exclaimed, i've
found you out!''
perhaps l am" he replied with one
Of his happy smiles, which showed his
beautiful white teeth. And then lie
started up.
1T is almost 2. It's time to go TO
bed" He stretched out his hand and |
took il.
What is really your name!" | asked
- he pressed my hand warmly.
.'Harry Caprelli. Good night
From this time he was often in my
room and / in his. IL was strangely fur
nished, for a number Of costly and beau
tiful curios presented a striking contrast
70 the dingy furniture, which looked as if
b had passed through the hands Of sew
eal owner. And there were several rich
and exquisite little things which betrayed
the touch of a lady's land. such as an
tobacco pouch. a leather
portfolio with finely worked initials and a
Few other such things. On a little table
stood an exquisite Sevres vase, and in il
there was always a fresh yellow rose.
One evening Harry rushed into my
room.
.'Do you want to go to the theatre to-
night to hear the new play?"
That was precisely what / did want 10
10. but had thought it impossible because
q the low state Of my finances.
"Why do you ask such a question:" l
"Well, get ready. Some one has sent
ne a couple Of parquet seats"
. We were soon off. In one of the boxes
! recognized Miss Harpleigh, who had
been pointed out TO me the year before.
She resided in Washington, but usually
spent part Of the season in New York.
She was wonderfully beautiful. and
seemed to be very gracious and charm
Ing.
! watched her opera glasses follow the
rows of parquet seats back and forth.
She was evidently searching for some
one. Suddenly as the glass pointed
toward the spot where we sat it stopped
appeared TO have found the person
she wa searching fo-. | looked about
1t Harry. His eyes were fixed IN the
stage, IL was impossible that she was
gazing at the burly broker on the other
side Of me. I blushed, as an instant
flush of vanity suggested the idea that ]
was the object Of her attention. Soon /
naw her take a yellow roso from the
bouquet she carried and slowly raise il 10
her lips. Involuntary | thought Of
Harry's vase, and turned toward him
questioningly.
He quickly raised his eyes toward the
and Intellectually tried to appear
n IL he had noticed the questioning look
! gave him. But the lady still held the
glass pointed toward us and pressed the
rose to her lips. ! noticed the
gentleman standing back Of her bend a
forward and follow the line Of her
A slight scowl spread over his
features. He evidently recognized the
person she was looking at, and felt vim
dictive toward him. He leaned further
and said something to the lady.
.he started, dropped the rose, and let this
glass fall into her lap. She sat still a
moment, then shrugged her shoulders
and turned 10 talk with those
.sxt her. She did not again look down
Il the parquet.
After the curtain came down for tine
6rst time ! spoke to Harry in an Indifferent
way Of Miss Harpleigh and the gentle
man who paid her 80 much attention. I
usked him IL he knew who the man was2
..Yes.'' he said, with a fierce sort Of
II know him; he is Walter
Herrick, and I should he sorry for the
woman who was attracted by him. He
vas once the betrothed Of my sister"
He seemed disinclined to say any more
md ] did not urge him.